Knuckle Up Ho99o9 - 2017
Distorted and an out of tune melody in the lowest of lo-fi places haunts the start of the song before the beat comes in immediately it’s full body moving from beat. This is a declaration, not a song. Listen loud, listen proud. No idea’s original and there’s nothing new under the sun. Love the nihilism. Warms the beast inside my heart. The riot music keeps going and the shouts of rage, rage, rage, rage before the break gives just enough time to breathe before I get back to slam dancing in my head.
I hate the place I work. I showed up late to work. Talking my language. Living a life that ain’t my own cause rents gotta be paid and these goddamn bills keep mounting up. You motherfuckers better knuckle up. Cause I’ma lose my shit, I just lost my shit, we don’t take no shit. Mosh! Those Friday nights at the hardcore club slam dancing with complete strangers, just an amazing outlet at the time for pent up aggression I had no idea what to do with, cause young and dumb. This is an awakening of that old fire under controlled circumstances.
And sometimes the soul just screams for that freedom we once dreamt of.
